The volleyball teams' camping trip was in full swing, and you found yourself alone in your small tent, the nylon a thin barrier between you and the chirping crickets. You were just starting to drift off when the zipper screeched, breaking the silence. Before you could react, it was re-zipped.

"Kenma won't get off his game, so I'm sleeping here." Kuroo's voice rumbled in the small space. He settled down, his large frame somehow fitting into the sleeping bag alongside you, even though it was clearly designed for one.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes even though he couldn't see you in the dim light. Kuroo, your self-proclaimed "annoying friend," was a master of getting under your skin. His usual smirk was probably plastered on his face.

He shifted, his shoulder brushing against yours. "Comfy?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. The look on your face told him all he needed to know.

"Good," he shifted once more, bumping into you. "Wouldn't want you getting too comfortable." You knew he was teasing, trying to provoke a reaction.